My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet was left breathless from the deep kiss. She pinched Ethan‘s cheek and smiled shyly

“I‘m not a child anymore. I can handle this. I‘ll get going now, okay?” Glorie Street was an old and remote block. There was only one restaurant here—the steakhouse Lila mentioned. It wasn‘t a particularly clean restaurant. There were all sorts of bugs and flies all over the place.

In the restaurant sat a group of tough–looking men with tattoos covering their arms. With toothpicks in their mouths, they looked just like a bunch of hooligans.

As soon as Janet stepped foot inside the steakhouse, they all turned to look at her with eager eyes. Lila stood up and waved at her from the table near the door.

“Janet, over here!”

Janet nodded in greeting. They hadn‘t seen each other for over a month. Lila had lost a lot of weight. Her makeup was not as pristine as before, and her eyes were full of undisguised fatigue.

talk there?” Janet suggested, glancing at the men

Jeff‘s. I don‘t have that much money now, so I could

table. The restaurant was empty other than the group of men. There were barely any people outside, too. This was clearly a place

of Janet

glanced meaningfully at the man who had served the steak just now. She knew that Jeff and his friends were hiding in the kitchen. With Ethan guarding

of men in black swarmed inside the restaurant. In a matter of seconds, the

here was pretty good; she had to give Lila

windbreaker today, strode in. He sat next to

time

neatly and wiped her lips. She glanced indifferently at the panic–stricken Lila and said, “Okay. Let‘s go,